Ronette tells Duane a horrific tale about the humiliation and abuse she was put through by a wealthy man, his staff, and his wealthy friends. Duane's admiration for Ronette grows. He sees how tough and resilient she is. If he'd been put through something like that, he was sure he'd be a basket case for weeks afterward. Ronette is emotionally devastated and struggling to make sense of what was done to her, struggling to find her way forward, struggling to find a reason to go forward with her life. Duane is so glad that they met that morning so he can be there for her, just to listen and to try to help her sort out the situation when she asks for his input. His belief that they were fated to meet and that there is something larger than the two of them at work behind the scenes continues to grow.

“They sent a limo for me. I felt so cool, Duane. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it's true. I felt so cool walking out of my building and getting into the back of that limo. The driver held the door for me and called me ma'am and showed me where the minibar was. He told me to help myself to anything. I thought, how cool is this? I'm riding in a limo to go meet with a movie financier who wants me to model for his artist friend. Little ol' me who was working checkout at the Kroger in Nowheresville, Indiana just a year ago, and look at me now. It was like a dream, Duane. It was like the most beautiful dream you could ever imagine...”

“So, when I woke up, that's when the nightmare really began.” She shook her head. She took a sip of daiquiri. “I wanted to get out of there so bad, Duane. At that point I was kind of getting my head screwed back on straight... I could think again, and what I was thinking to myself was, okay, these are some really bad people. I didn't know yet how bad, how truly bad, how really criminally bad they were. I just knew they were emotionally bad. Emotionally malformed in some way....”